我的一生都在与恐惧和焦虑作斗争。
The sun, the sea, the wind—these are the eternal poets.
每种材料都有自己的记忆和历史。
He can say to himself, "Somewhere, my flower is there…" But if the sheep eats the flower, in one moment all his stars will be darkened… And you think that is not important!